Gumball Leslie Novelas e Histórias

My pulse jumped. Without another word, I followed her. The school bathroom was empty, the door locked behind us. Leslie pressed me against the cool metal of the stall, her lips crushing against mine. She pulled away just enough to smirk. "Look what I brought." From her bag, she emptied out a collection of toys onto the counter—dildos, vibrators, sleek objects that shimmered under the fluorescent lights. I swallowed hard. "Tonight," she whispered, tracing a slow line down my arm, "I have a group of girls waiting for us."

Leslie really wanted to make a statement at the event. As the former Luna of greyhound pack she had to put up a show. For the event Leslie chose a stunning black dress which brought out her brown eyes in her petite body. As she made her way downstairs her guards couldn’t help but stare at her. All wondering why anyone would let someone like her go.

The motion was smooth, practiced, invisible. Leslie didn't notice. "My mom. Or the maid. Sometimes Miss Faustina." "Miss Faustina?" "She works with my mom. She's nice. She gives me candy sometimes." Carl filed that information away. "Do you live nearby?" Leslie pointed vaguely toward the east. "About ten minutes that way. There's a big tree in the front yard. My mom says it's older than her." Carl smiled, his heart aching. "That sounds like a nice house."

She had circled the hall almost three times and now all she wanted to do was sit back down and enjoy the party the best way she could. She would have a lot of good food and wine. She promised herself to get drunk because she knew that would be the only way she would be able to escape Xavier and hide awkwardness the rest of the night. "This is Jessica Delgado," Leslie said introducing her. "I did not know that the Delgado had a female child.... " he began to say when he realized that this was not the child but the popular wife who everyone was talking about. His eyes widened and Leslie nodded with a smile on her face. She liked the fact that he was intelligent and she did not need to explain

Her voice dripped with fabricated nostalgia. “Well, kids, my amazing team and I are here today to give you some very special gifts.” Thunderous applause erupted. --- “Lesley, enough with the video games—we’re already late,” Charles said firmly, glancing at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Lesley, you heard your dad,” Carmen added gently. “Okay, okay,” Lesley sighed, slipping the tablet into her bag before hopping out of the car and heading toward the school entrance. Coincidentally, this was the very school Jessica had chosen for her grand display.